En Garde

Eliza silently shared a good laugh with Antonio, but felt something tickling inside her sinuses. A sneeze. The angry and confused ghouls ranted and raved to eachother while the captain examined his hair and nails in a mirror with a mixture of hate and humor. Lesaro was banging his fist against the wall trying to contain his giggling.

Try as Eliza might, the sneeze would not be denied. She had made a serious, if not lethal mistake joining Moss for a few pranks. And was about to pay her dues.

“AAAAAAAAAAA—CHOOO!”

The entire room became deathly quiet. Salazar began to move towards the wardrobe.